Bad Wine

Life is too short to drink bad wine
I heard my bartender say to me.
So, I ordered another sloe gin fizz,
and a shot of his best whiskey,
but, I would not touch that glass of wine
he sat there in front of me.
When he asked me why I said listen friend
tonight you're gonna hear my story.

Her name was Kate and she belonged to me,
at least, she did for a little while.
I loved the way she held me tight,
and the sweet way that she'd smile,
but, I lost her love one stormy night
down around New Orleans.
By the time they put that fire out
our love was dead there at the scene.

In Baltimore I had it all
when Diane would come to call.
But, the ride that woman took me on
was a long, hard way to fall.
Somewhere beneath the grapes of wrath
is where she always stood.
No other love could touch my soul
the way that Diane could.

He just stood there and he looked at me
not knowing what to say.
Then he poured me another glass of wine
and he slowly walked away.
Suddenly, I got this urge
to let Susan cross my mind.
She was the one who said goodbye to me
down around that Oklahoma line.

When I turned around the crowd was gone
and I knew it was 2 am.
Me and him and that glass of wine
he held there in his hand.
He said you know you're not the first
but you really gotta let it go.
Like the grapes that grow on the vine
you're gonna find true love you know.

Life is too short to drink bad wine.